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Pink Mist III (A Sisterz-in-Armz Story) By Bluedust Hi gals! So, here's the final instalment of the story of Andrea, Kylie and Roxy in our new fictitious TG universe! If you haven't read the earlier parts of this story, please do so first and comment as per usual. After this, I hope we can explore the rest of the Sisterz-in-Arms universe. Well then, please do enjoy and be sure to comment. Remember: the goal is to make this a new category on the site so I'm really hoping for your support! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ I rolled onto my other side for the fourteenth time, trying to get comfortable. My fingers were clutching the sheets, my toes curled tight and my back arched. The cramps were relentless. I'm sure a woman would have laughed at the sight of us: grown men-turned-women, rolling in agony at our first periods. Our room was - quite ironically - like something out of a war movie. We were grunting, groaning, sweating, and cursing our bodies, as we were subjected to something God had not intended for us. You had to understand though, we really were up against it. I don't think any woman handles her first time all that well to begin with, and we had a lot more to deal with than your average gal. For instance, some of us hadn't been hit by this as bad at the others, and could quite easily have gone strolling around the grounds as far as they were permitted. But there were the Supremes to think about. They were always milling about, either on guard or off-duty, and it was bothersome enough dealing with their kind of hassle at the best of times. Not to mention, we weren't feeling all that confident that our tampons would do their job effectively. Looking back, I'm pretty sure they would have, but it's hard when your confidence has had that kind of knock, you know? In any case, it definitely didn't help that we were all in the room together. Somehow, it made it seem hotter, and watching each other only made us feel even sicker. I was one of the ones that had gotten it worst (wouldn't you just know it?). Having taken note of everyone and the severity of their symptoms, it seems the more outwardly feminine of us got hit the hardest. Must have something to do with the levels of oestrogen in our bodies, I guess. Kylie, for instance, seemed to be getting off pretty lightly, as did Charlene. For the likes of Michelle and me though it was sheer torture. I needed sleep. I needed to sleep through this. Unfortunately, in not having really left the room I was nowhere near tired enough to sleep. Sandra, our instructor who was guiding us all through this, had done several sweeps of the room already as part of her routine visits. I could see the subtle delight in her eyes as she watched us. She wasn't cruel, let me stress that, in fact she could actually come across as sympathetic at times. She did like to dismiss our complaints though. There was an unmistakable pleasure in her voice as she talked down to us like we were her teenaged daughters, telling us that this was all part and parcel of being a woman, and that we'd learn to deal with it. I was about to roll over again when our window lit up, bright and white. This was followed about three seconds later by a loud bang. All of us, dying or otherwise, ran over to see. "Easy, girls!" Sandra called. "Don't get over excited." "What's going on?" I whispered. "A rescue operation," Roxy replied. "A what?" "Michelle's crew got a distress signal out to our guys. This is them answering the call." "They did? How?" "No idea." "Since when does Michelle have her own crew?" "Don't you remember? They said they'd be trying their own thing. Multiple fronts, yeah?""Right, right. I guess I never thought they'd pull something off; or at least nothing I wouldn't notice." "Well, discretion's the name of the game, right?" "Yeah, I guess. Man, things don't seem to be going well." "No...looks like the Supremes have a pretty good electro-shield. They won't bust through that. Look, they're pulling back already." "Well...at least they know we're here now." "Yeah...for all the good that does us. Some of the other girls got some good intel. Seems the generator for the field is on the other side of the building, to the east." "To the east? That's nowhere near us. We're not allowed there." "Kinda the point, I think." Sandra moved forward, drawing down the blind. "Come on, girls, back to bed. Don't go upsetting yourselves. "Might as well," I muttered. "Nothing's happening here anytime soon." The next couple of days were marked by a heavy sense of despondency. The periods were one thing, but the failed rescue attempt really brought things home. We needed to get out of our room. Roxy, Kylie and I headed out one Wednesday afternoon with the intention of visiting the courtyard. Back in the forces, guys often had a habit of going out on their own, mainly to get their heads together or to read a letter from home in private. That had all changed now. Now we always travelled in groups, pairs minimum. This was mainly in case we got any hassle from the Superiors, but also (and I stress, secretly) we all felt that bit safer when we had others with us. We walked down the main hall, heels clicking. At one time, our heels had clicked in unison, our military training still strong. But that training had been all but expunged from our systems. Our walks had taken on a more feminine form, our hips and butts swaying, our sense of organised rhythm all but gone. We also had our handbags. Yeah, that was a new thing they'd brought in. You see, the doors in this place were all automated, and needed a pass key to get through. But we didn't have keys. We had to use our lips. Crazy, yes, but listen to this. Each door was equipped with a built-in touchscreen, positioned about chest level so that we had to bend over to implement the kiss. What's more, a kiss alone didn't let you through. You had to be wearing a special lipstick. Michelle had theorised that the lipstick had some kind of harmless metallic compound in it that reacted with the sensors of the door. Each girl had her own lipstick, all of them ruby red so that it stood out clearly. And the best part? The properties of the lipstick only lasted a short while, so you had to carry one around at all times or risk getting stuck and having to call for assistance. So, anyway, how does this relate to the handbags? Because none of our dresses had pockets. And even though we could carry our lipsticks around with us in our palms, there was more to carry around. Toilet paper, for instance, wasn't provided in any of the cubicles - we had to carry our own. There were a couple of other things as well, basic girl things I'm sure you can guess. The whole thing was another technique designed to work on our subconscious. We weren't forced to carry our handbags around, but needed to in order to get around freely. It was, as your everyday woman might think, an absolute necessity. Being without your handbag was unthinkable. The three of us were clicking along when we came to a strange-looking door. I say strange because, unlike all the other doors in the facility, this one was not white but pink. "The hell's this?" asked Roxy. "A pink door..." said Kylie. "Where do you think it leads?" I asked. Roxy gave it a nudge. "Beats me. But it's locked." "Only to girls who are not yet worthy of passing through," said a voice. We all turned to see Master coming towards us, a two-man entourage in tow. "Worthy?" I asked. "Yes. You see, presently you are all in the White Room - a development centre for new women. Beyond this door is the Pink Room, where 'graduates' go on to the next level of their training and development. Something for every woman to aspire to, I should say." "Keep me away from it," grunted Roxy. "I should hope not, Roxanne," he smiled. "You see, through this door is the only way you'll ever get to leave here. I certainly hope all of you will pass while you're still young enough to get rich and handsome husbands and breed for the cause." "Breed? Husbands?" I practically spat the words out. "Yes, but you have time yet. Don't worry, we'll make sure you're ready for these daunting tasks ahead. You will be fine women by the time we're finished with you." "Yes, well, if you'll excuse us, 'Master', we'll be on our way." We hurried past. I bent over, and kissed the panel on the door. I was certain I could feel Master's eyes on my rear as I did. "Kylie!" snapped Roxy. "Come on!" I looked back, and there was Kylie, staring at the door. "Oh! Coming!" she said, and hurried to join us. I pondered the door, but that was the last time any of us mentioned it for a few days. We were in the cafeteria for breakfast, and I was drumming my nails irritably on the table. "Would you knock it off?" complained Roxy. "Sorry, these things just bug me," I said, looking at them. "You trying to wear them down?" "It seemed a good idea when I was thinking about it last night." The whole thing was a sore subject. Yes, this was the Supremes' latest initiative, in that we weren't allowed access to files or scissors. Put another way, we weren't allowed anything with which to cut our nails. Biting them? Out of the question as well. You see, we had to wear this bright varnish, and it gave off this horrible, bitter taste that made you want to throw up. We could be inspected at any time, and to not wear the varnish would lead to all sorts of trouble. It was yet another thing to carry around in our essential handbags. I think it fair to say that Roxy and I shared equal distain for this. "Where's Kylie?" she asked. "I don't know. She's been kind of absent these last few days, hasn't she?" "In mind and body. What's she been getting up to?" You could be forgiven for thinking someone was listening in on our conversation, because at that moment the doors opened. Master walked in, along with a couple of guards. He was smiling. We all fell into silence. "Good morning ladies, and good news!" he declared. "One of you has made the grade! I would hereby like to announce a graduation to the Pink Room!" We all watched...as Kylie stepped forward, hands together. She was wearing a dress identical to the ones we all wore...except that it was pink. "A round of applause for Kylie!" We hesitantly obliged, the clapping slow and broken. "I hope this will serve as inspiration for you all!" Kylie looked bashful, and not quite able to look anyone in the eye - the unmistakable mark of a traitor. There was a moment's grandstanding from Master before they left together. We walked back solemnly to our room. No-one had spoken a word yet. That would all change the second the door was closed. "Traitorous bitch," snarled Charlene. "Calm down, Charlene," I said. "You don't know what she's going through." "What SHE'S going through?! About the same as the rest of us at a guess!" "Kylie's...not like us...she's not as strong." "We've all held out, Andrea! We've all held out and some of us have had it a lot worse than her." "You're right there," muttered Roxy. "Come on, Rox, not you too." "Don't Come on, Rox me, Andrea. You know she's right." "I just think we shouldn't judge until we have all the facts." "Kinda hard," said Michelle, "when she's up there, all pretty in pink. You ought to join her, Andrea." "What?" "None of your little clique has any balls. You'd be better off living like one of their bitches." "You wanna talk balls? Fine, show me yours. Oops! You can't, can you?" "You think you're so clever, don't you? You're all talk, little girl. We're the ones trying all the daring moves here while your little clique struts around making plans that never happen." "You'd better not be including me in all that," snarled Roxy. "Or what? You'll slap me with those saggy tits of yours? You're a disgrace to your former self, Rox. You used to be the toughest of us all but you've lost your balls as well." "What did you say?" "What's the matter? Struck a nerve? You going to cry?" "Back off, Michelle," I warned. "Or what? You'll tell Master on us? Everyone knows you've got something going on. Pretending that you're playing him...when you're really just sucking on his dick." That was it. I snapped. Michelle tossed her hair, turning her back on me with a swing of her hips. That was when I struck. I threw myself across the room, grabbing fistfuls of her hair. She screamed and I pulled her backwards. My heels skidded on the floor and I lost my grip, landing hard on my butt. Michelle landed on the bed. When she got back up, her eyes were blazing. "You!" She reached for the nearest thing - a pillow - and hit me with it. It shook me up more than I thought it would. I grabbed the nearest to me and hit her back. Soon we were locked in combat, swatting each other with all our might. We grunted and moaned with the blows, the girls around us screaming and chanting. Needless to say, most were on Michelle's side. Despite being against one another however, we did share a common trait, in that neither one of us was fighting in the way we'd prefer. We both wanted to make fists, to have a real throw down and make the other girl bleed. But we couldn't. The training had taken its toll and the mere thought of attempting one of our old moves caused a flinching. All we had were our catfight moves. We kept hitting, huffing and panting, until we ended up in close proximity. Michelle overreached with a swing and it went over my head. I bopped her hard with my pillow. She staggered, dropping hers in the process. I half-expected her to give up at that moment. That was na?ve. She screamed, reaching forward and grabbing my - holy heck that hurts!!! I squealed in shock as she pinched my nipple through my dress. "Let go!" "Like heck I will!" She reached out and grabbed the other. Two bolts of electricity coursed through my breasts. I dropped my pillow. Retaliating, I grabbed her wrists. Michelle was strong, for a woman anyway, stronger than me, and I had to jostle to try and shake her loose. Our heels screeched as they skidded on the floor, both of us fighting for leverage. I had tears in my eyes now and my vision was blurring. I could see enough to make out the grin on her face though. She was enjoying this. It was making her feel like the alpha again. Looking back, I can sympathise. I jostled with my hips. Somehow, I shook her off. She must have over applied herself again, because she spun all the way round so that her back was to me (these heels DO make it hard to fight in). I took my chance. I can't say as I had a plan, much in the way I don't think she did. I just did the first thing that popped into my mind. I grabbed her firm thighs, and ran my hands up her dress until I found the straps of her panties. I'm not proud of what I did next, but after her antics I think I can safely say she had it coming. I pulled upwards. Her shriek was so high it could almost have been an orgasm. I gave her the biggest wedgie in the history of wedgies. I dragged them up high, her underwear like a hammock between her buttocks and camel toe. "Let go! Let gooooooooo!!!" Her heels clicked frantically as she danced on the spot. "Give?" "Yes! Yes! Yes!" I let go. That was when Michelle grabbed my hair again. I grabbed hers in retaliation, and we landed in a heap. I don't know what part of the whole thing caused it, but the next thing I knew all the girls were at it. Womanly bodies came down on us. At one time, this would have been my greatest fantasy. Now though, it was the most terrifying experience of my life. I can't describe what happened next with any real clarity. There were boobs and butts everywhere. Somewhere in the struggle, Michelle and I managed to lose one another. The dangerous part of the whole thing was that heels were kicking everywhere. I guess this was inevitable. We all had steam to blow off, and this was the best opportunity we'd had since we got here. I was in the middle of suffocating from in-between a huge cleavage when the Superiors came rushing in. They pulled us apart with ease. It had all gotten a bit much, and there was plenty of sniffling going around. We couldn't help it, we just did our best to conceal it. "That's enough!" Sandra marched into the room. "Who started all this?" No-one spoke up. You could say that was a sign that we hadn't completely splintered. It was still us against them. As Sandra walked up and down however, inspecting each girl individually, their teary-eyed glances eventually led her to me. I stayed within the (rapidly diminishing) spirit of the group. I owned up to everything. Michelle remained nameless. "You. With me," said Sandra. "You bad girl. It's solitary confinement for you." To call it solitary confinement didn't do justice to the rigors of the punishment. First, I was taken to a back room, which turned out to be a salon. I was strapped into a chair that faced a wall. From there, I sat helpless as a young Asian woman did something to my hair. I couldn't figure out what it was. Even though my hair had grown during my time at the facility, it still only just reached past my ears (a long way from a crew cut, but still). There was no clock to stare at, but I guessed that I'd been there at least half an hour before she was done. She turned my chair to face a mirror. I saw her, Sandra and two more women in the reflection, before noticing myself. She'd applied hair extensions, and tied them into pigtails that rested on my slender shoulders. "What...why did you...?" "You've been a bad girl," Sandra smiled. "Bad girls need to be taught lessons. Pigtails are for silly little girls, not mature women. You have been VERY silly. Take her to wardrobe." I was taken into the next room where my dress was pulled off over my head. My bra was unfastened from behind and my heels taken off. It surprised me, but I actually missed the extra height they provided. Next to Sandra, I suddenly seemed small. "What now?" I asked, hands across my breasts. "Now we'll dress you appropriately. You've been misbehaving, Andrea. Rebelling. That's not allowed." She looked at one of the other women. "Hand it to me." Something was passed to her and she stooped down to my feet. "Lift your leg." I did as I was told and she slipped something over my foot. "And the other." It seemed like some kind of underwear. She pulled them up, easily over my calves, and with a little difficulty over my thighs. Not that my thighs were fat, or even muscular, but that should give you an idea of how ridiculously tight this 'thing' was. She pulled the garment up tight and over my crotch. A thong. Red. And that wasn't all. "Is that a...tail?" I tried to turn to see the thing pointing out from just above my buttocks. "Yes, a devil's tail. To let everyone know what a naughty, mischievous girl you are." She popped something onto my head. I looked at the nearest mirror and saw a red hairband, complete with a little pair of horns. "Oh, this is just immature," I complained. "No, YOU are immature. You're not behaving like a lady and people have to know you're not a lady. You're just a woman. You're not fit to be a man's wife, you're more like a...a man's....plaything." "You'll have to educate me on the difference sometime. As far as this place is concerned." "Hush now. You'll learn the difference." She pulled an impossibly tight crop top over my head, dragging it over my supple flesh. My boobs were squashed tight and upright, the projection of my nipples fully visible. "You cannot...be serious about this!" I gasped. "This?! JUST THIS?!" "Don't be a silly-billy. Of course not." Then she brought out the torture devices. Red heels. I was made to step into them, and they were fastened around my ankles. "No!" I stammered. "Don't be absurd! I can't walk in these!" My statement was meant quite literally. The heels were high, so high in fact that my feet and toes pointed down almost exactly vertically. "They're quite manageable, IF you walk correctly." She demonstrated, and I understood. Through cruel design, the only way to walk straight in these things was by constantly placing one foot directly in front of the other, leading to much hip-wiggling in the process. I sat down (with relief) and waited as new make-up was applied. This time, my lipstick would be black, my eyeshadow red. Black for tainted and red as a warning, Sandra explained. Then they attached my new two-inch red nails. My new room was the last stop. I call it my room; it was part-bedroom, part-classroom. There was a bed against the wall, a desk and chair in the middle of the room, and a chalkboard facing all of this. Sandra walked over to the chalkboard. Everyone else had left us. She looked at me critically, and popped on a pair of reading glasses. "Now then, let's begin the lesson." "Fine," I said, and sat down in the chair. It was a huge relief. My calves were aching horribly, as if the muscles might burst. These heels really were a killer. "No," she said sternly. "On your feet, missy. You have to receive your first punishment before anything else." "What? I haven't done anything!" "No? Why do you think you're here? On your feet." I obeyed with a moan, and walked to the front of the room where she put a piece of chalk into my fingers. "Now, write 'Girls shouldn't fight' 100 times." "What?!" "After that, I'll erase the board and you can write 'I must not be a bad girl and fight with my sisters,' 100 times." "That'll take ages!" I groaned. "Then you'd better get started." I set off to work. I'd planned on getting the job done quickly, and thought myself capable of doing so. I hadn't been the best behaved student in my early youth, and doing lines was like second nature to me. But these forsaken nails made holding the chalk nearly impossible. I struggled along, feeling the burn in my calves. I tried to take the weight from them by bending forwards. That was when Sandra flashed a cane and swatted me hard on my protruding butt. "Owwww!" I squealed. "Ladylike posture, if you don't mind." I frowned and did my best to continue. It wasn't like I had any alternative. I couldn't fight her, thanks to my reconditioning as a cat- fighter; I couldn't escape, thanks to my heels; and I couldn't gain moral support from anyone, because there wasn't anyone there. I felt alone, I was hurting, and I was much closer to breaking than I wanted to be. Tears were close, and it had taken Sandra less than an hour to get me this way. I looked around the room. "Is there a problem?" she asked. "I was looking for the bathroom." "Oh, there's isn't one here." "Pardon?" "If you need to go, you can ask permission." "P...permission?" "And you will be monitored." "No way." "This will be so until you prove you can be trusted again." "Fine...I want to go to the bathroom." "I'm sorry? That didn't sound right." "PLEASE may I use the bathroom?" "Getting there..." I thought back to the lessons we'd been receiving on etiquette. "Pretty please, madam, may I go to powder my nose?" "Certainly, Andrea," she smiled. "Let's go." We walked for much further than I thought I could bear. Our journey seemed completely directionless until Sandra opened a door. "There you go. Hurry, now." "But...that's outside." "Yes. The ladies' room is for ladies only. And you can hardly use the men's room." "But...where?" "There's a hole over there, if you wouldn't mind. Do hurry though, there's a terrible draft. I think it will be easier if you leave your...undergarments here, instead of struggling with them out in public." I snarled, but didn't have time to argue. I wriggled the thong and tail down my legs, then skipped hastily into the courtyard. Tens of eyes fell on me. The Superiors were outside, training. I didn't have time to stop: I hurried along, my tight top doing a poor job of controlling my assets. What was worse, the icy weather had already made my nipples as hard as diamonds. I covered my crotch with one hand, and tried to control my bouncing buxoms with the other. I was half-waiting for the man in charge to tell his men to stop staring, but then I remembered the unique rules of etiquette in this place. I stood over the hole and squatted down, clutching my top in anger. I had to use one hand to hold myself up, or I'd fall onto my butt at the worst time imaginable thanks to my heels. I peed. I tried to force it, to make it flow faster, but the cold gave me limited control of my muscles. "She's been a bad girl!" Sandra called to the Superiors. They all laughed and I reddened. When I was done, I wiggled back as quickly as I could. My speed was limited though, of course. I got back inside the building and 're-dressed.' There was ONE consolation in all this though: my body was so cold now, that the pain of my calves was almost completely numb! So there we are...a silver lining. The next two days were an endless stream of lessons. We covered everything: etiquette, clothing, status, domestic work, you name it. You could call it the ultimate cram session on womanhood according to gender fascists. I hadn't planned to do anything but endure the lessons, to nod along and get to the end of the thing. But as with everything the Supremes did, they were clever. The lessons were deliberately demanding of me, forcing my participation in everything from recitals, to practical demonstrations. Any failure was met with harsh punishment - I had no choice but to get good at it. Finally, at the end of a third day, I was told I would be taken to Master for a final assessment. If I passed, I would be returned to my sisters. If I failed, further training awaited me. Before being escorted, I was required to shed my 'bad girl' clothes and hair extensions. I was stripped bare, my make-up scrubbed from my face. I was handed a dress that was really nothing more than a glorified t- shirt. It didn't quite cover my nether regions, leaving the edge of my camel toe on display unless I held the shirt down with my hands. It was in this pose that I was brought before Master. When he saw me he smiled, and congratulated Sandra on a job well done before allowing her to leave. I must have looked broken, a shadow of my former self. I felt dazed, and couldn't quite shake the glazing from my eyes. "Won't you sit?" he asked. "...Thank you, Master," I said, aware of the need for courtesy in these circumstances. I made my way to the chair. Sitting and holding the shirt down at the same time was impossible, so I relinquished it and sat down hurriedly with the intention of crossing my legs. No sooner had my bottom touched the seat however when something insane happened. There was something ON the seat, something black and rubbery, spread out like some misshapen starfish. Of course, I hadn't seen it in any great detail before it sprang up, latching around my groin and hips like a pair of panties. "Oh, my goodness?!" Yeah, I was having difficulty cursing these days. Consider it a part of my re-education, not unlike the sparring sessions. "Our science team doesn't have a name for it yet," Master grinned. "Pleasure Panties is a popular nickname for them, so we may go with that. Perhaps you'll be able to come up with something while you're in the throes of maddening pleasure." "What are you going to do to me?!" "I would have thought that to be obvious, dear Andrea." He held up a remote and pressed a button. I felt it immediately, a soft vibration directly under my crotch. "I bet you've been wondering what happened to your friend Roxanne, what drove her to break so early on in her stay with us. She was a bad girl, lots of masculinity inside her when we took her. We had to strike deep to move her toward our way of thinking." He stroked a dial, the sensation increasing. My toes curled instinctively. I was already wet. "We've done a lot of research on the female psyche," he explained. "What we've found is that nothing brings a woman out of herself more than an orgasm. It is unique to her gender, a moment when raw instinct overwhelms her, a moment when her soul is bared to the man she shares it with. That is why she is so choosey about who gets to see it. For Roxanne, experiencing that moment in front of so many men caused her to break. She hadn't been a woman long before we brought that part of her to her attention. I'm curious about what it will do to you." He held up another pair of the pleasure panties from his desk. "Pleasure and agony rolled into one. I can't imagine what it must be like. "You said...more than one man." My breathing had accelerated, my nipples fully erect and pushing their way through my dress. Talking in a rhythm wasn't easy. "Yes...maybe later I will bring more in. I would like us to have this moment to ourselves." He held up another of the pleasure panties from his desk to show me in detail what I was wearing. He took off his shirt, baring his impressive torso. "You and I have a special bond, Andrea. You challenged me, and have kept me guessing for a very long time. But now it's time for you to submit." He turned the dial higher. A bolt of pleasure shot through my core. A moan escaped my lips. My toes clawed the carpet. "It's time to give yourself to a man." "No...I won't!" I bared my teeth and tried to look defiant, but all I was doing was trying to stave off the pleasure throes. I probably just looked stupidly sexy. "It is okay to fight it. I want to see your anger and defiance stripped away slowly. Bare your soul to me, Andrea. Shed your manliness forevermore." Something exploded in the distance. "What was that?!" he demanded. "About time," I whimpered. "You! What have you done?! What's happening?!" "Looks like our rescuers are here." "What? Impossible! The-" "Force field? Yeah, that's gone." "How?!" "You shouldn't have....let Kylie so close to the generator for the field. An EMP can be pretty devastating from that kind of c-close range. I figured it would be in the east where only the good girls were allowed. Looks like I was...right." "Where did she get an EMP?" "From one of your Superiors. Nothing powerful, a standard EMP grenade actually. Easy enough to steal when you've got one of them 'distracted'." "She would have had to have been able to smuggle one into the Pink Room." "Yeah, w-well...those tampon lessons from Sandra came in r-real handy." I clutched the sides of my chair, trying to keep my eyes from rolling. The pleasure was really starting to hit me - talk about ruining my triumphant moment! "So she was working for you when she submitted to us?" "I kn-knew that if you were focused on me you would overlook her. S- simple plan really. Oh and, get ready for the next part." Roxy's voice came over the tannoy. "Here it comes, Andrea!" "What now?" said Master. "Roxy should be in the control room by now, so brace yourself..." Just like that, the room started to fill with pink mist, gusting in through the vents. "No...no!" "Are you scared? Say bye-bye to your dick, you monster." "Noooo! Make it stop! Please!" "It's funny, me being so unafraid of this stuff and you being so terrified. I've taken the worst of it, Master, now it's your turn." What started as a roar of anger broke down into a high-pitched squeal. His muscles melted before my eyes, all body hair receding without trace. His nipples darkened, spreading across his swelling chest. His pants and underwear slid down his legs as he shrank, his hips pushing out just moments afterward. His cock, which was hard and pointing upwards, bobbed as it shrank, becoming shorter and thinner, before pulling up in-between his legs along with his balls. When I next blinked, his face was completely different, his features unrecognisable from their former shape. His blue hair retained its sleek look, but seemed thicker atop his smaller head. "How...how dare you!" she shrieked. I wasted no time. My legs were trembling, my thighs aching. I only had one chance. I leapt out of my chair and grabbed the second pair of pleasure panties. I slapped them into his groin and (as I hoped!) they strapped themselves around his crotch. The other remote was in my hand before he'd even registered what had happened. "Well..." I grinned, "looks like we'll have to call you Mistress now." "Bitch!" She lunged for me. I turned on the remote and cranked it to max. Her eyes went wide, as did her legs. "Don't! Don't do th-a-a-a- at!!!" "Frustrating, isn't it? S-someone having that power over you? The problem with a female orgasm is...there's no guarantee of it ever ending." She attacked. Her first move was a punch, something I was of course unable to do myself. That was her advantage. Fortunately, she hadn't quite got a handle on her bodily tremors yet, and the blow lacked accuracy. I deflected it with my elbow, then hit back with a slap. She looked a little stunned, perhaps surprised by her new body's more emotional response to pain. She kicked me in the thigh and I buckled. Another one was coming. This time however, the throbbing in-between the kick threw her completely off-balance and she fell into me. We grabbed each other's hair. Our pussies were being pounded simultaneously. We jostled, our breasts crushing together and our rigid nipples dragging against each other's like sharp blades. We were going out of our minds. In the confusion, I nearly lost myself completely and kissed her. Our bodies were gushing sweat. We grappled awkwardly, our hands trying to gain a hold on the other's slippery body. It was the most exhausting fight I'd ever experienced. She reached round and squeezed my buttocks tight, trying to throw me off-balance like a sumo wrestler. I wriggled my hips to try and shake her off but it didn't work. We danced backwards, legs spread far apart. I grunted, from frustration as much as pleasure. I'd wanted this for so long, to take on Master one-on-one, on equal footing. Now I was here though my situation made it impossible to do all the things I wanted to. I managed to push her back, and lashed out with a scratch. My nail caught the end of her nipple and she squealed, clutching her breast. "They'll be here s-soon, you w-witch," I whimpered. She knew I was talking about our rescuers. "H-how does a spell in a woman's prison grab you? B-Bet you...never saw that one coming!" Appearing to give up the fight she ran for the door. "No you don't!" I gave chase - or tried to. We both fell to our knees at the same time. Our pussies were soaked, our clitorises swollen and aching. I couldn't feel my legs anymore, only the throbbing. I felt like I was being fucked by the world's biggest cock. Mistress set off on all fours and I followed in the same manner. I chased her swaying ass as she wiggled towards the door, seeing it tantalizingly out of reach. I was nearly there when, without warning, my climax hit. It was to be expected. I'd been holding on for as long as possible but I'd been wearing my panties for much longer than Mistress. I lost control, rolling onto my back. I bucked my hips hard into the air as the sensation washed over me, pleasure being delivered to places I didn't even know I had. I felt myself dilate further and then lost control of my nether regions. I heard the gush of water inside the panties, felt it ooze down my thighs. I think I was squirting. I lay there spasming, unable to open my eyes. It seemed to go on forever and I wondered if I'd die this way. Then, a pair of hands unlatched the torture device, before pulling me to my feet. I still couldn't feel my legs, so needed to rely on her totally for support. "Come on," said Roxy. "Let's get you out of here." We stood watching the facility burn, the last of the Superiors being taken down one way or the other by our rescuers. "Let them burn," said Roxy. "They certainly brought a lot of backup," I said. I was sat on a smooth rock, wrapped in a towel that had been given to me by one of the medics working in the ambulance just behind us. "What about Master?" asked Kylie. She was still wearing her pink dress from her stay in the Pink Room, complete with pantyhose, heels, and a bow in her hair. When we'd seen each other again we'd embraced. I'd showered her with praise and gratitude, and even kissed her on the cheek in my enthusiasm. That was something we wouldn't be talking about in a hurry. "Oh, we call her Mistress now," I joked. "Got away by the looks of things," said Roxy. She turned to me. "You'll get a medal for this." "I'd rather have my penis back." "Wouldn't we all." "Do you think they'll be able to change us back?" asked Kylie. "I hope so," I said. "But I don't think they can. Who knows? Maybe if we can capture some of their scientists we'll be able to manufacture a cure. I wouldn't worry in your case though, pink is definitely your color." She blushed. "I wonder if we'll see Mistress again?" "She'll be back. That is, assuming the Superiors allow her to retain her position now that she's 'inferior.' That's quite the rod she's made for her back." "Poetic justice," spat Roxy. "Oh, Michelle, Charlene and the rest were all looking for you. Want to apologise for doubting you and everything." "That's fine, it can wait. Let's just get home first, okay?" "Sounds good to me. First thing I want to do is hit the web and find me a lesbian dating website." "Same old, Rox, eh?" "Would you have me any other way?" "No, I wouldn't." The medics signalled that they were ready to escort us back to base. "Well, that's us," I said. "C'mon, Kylie, you can help us pass the time by telling us all about life in the Pink Room." "Oh," said Kylie. "Now that IS a story..." THE END Hope you enjoyed, guys! That marks the end of the beginning of the Sisterz-in-Armz universe. What did you think? What did you enjoy? Would you like to see more? Please let me know in the comments section and I'll hope to see you all again soon!